Shirase, the leader of the Yokohama Supernatural Group

I originally planned to go home and change into dry clothes due to falling into the water, but Osamu Dazai persuaded me to stop. "It doesn't need to be so troublesome." Osamu Dazai suggested to me with a relaxed expression——

"Just go to my house, it's still close."

Considering that Osamu Dazai and I have the same body shape and similar leg length, I agreed.

Dr. Sen, who has always been stationed in the port of Mafia and rarely came back to open the small clinic, calmly swept us around the wet, showing the expression of a kind neighbor uncle who looks at naughty children.

Dr. Mori said in a gentle tone, "Dazai take Shirase-kun to change clothes."

Osamu Dazai lazily responded, and led me upstairs to his room.

The moment I opened the door and entered, the room was empty, there was nothing messy and orderly, and it was not a tidy sense of sight. It was just a glance and there were no people in the room. It didn't look like a permanent residence.

Dazai Osamu opened the closet with ease, and took out two sets of clothes of the same style.

"Which one do you want, Shirase?" Osamu Dazai tilted his head and waited for my answer.

I was too lazy to guess the inner thoughts of the playful Osamu Dazai, and casually pointed to the set he was holding in his left hand.

The latter kindly handed me the unopened underwear.The prominent image of Pikachu is reflected on it.I silently accepted his kindness.

"Hmm. Or do you like Jingle cat?" Osamu Dazai shook the brand new clothes in his hand and asked for my opinion.

Seeing that I was silent for a long time, Osamu Dazai opened his eyes and said innocently, "Don't get me wrong. Dr. Mori bought it."

I thought about Dr. Sen who I met just now, who was making Alice a double ponytail, and couldn't help but fall into a little suspicious thought.Now I haven't fully trusted Dr. Sen's thief ship, should I confirm his reliability again.

After changing the wet clothes that were already clinging to my body, I walked out feeling refreshed.

Downstairs, Osamu Dazai silently watched the happy father-daughter duo.

"Alice really don't want to try on the little red dress? It's so cute." Mori Ogai tried to persuade Alice, who was full of reluctance, to look away.

"No no no." Alice denied three times.The moment she turned her head, she met my gaze.

Alice compared my clothes with Osamu Dazai's and murmured with strange eyes, "The same style."

"Rintaro, look at Shirase and Dazai." Alice turned her head and said to Dr. Mori excitedly, as if discovering a new world.

The latter nodded perfunctorily, and continued to persuade Alice to accept his aesthetic concept.

So, in Alice's eyes, do you mean I'm as ugly as Osamu Dazai?

"Let's go." Dazai Osamu, who was indifferent to the scene of his father's kindness and son's filial piety, restrained his expression as if he was watching a farce scene.

I am more and more interested in the family structure of Osamu Dazai and Dr. Mori, a strange family of three, an eccentric father, a daughter who is loved by thousands, and a son who was picked up.

***

Everywhere you look is the comings and goings of ladies dressed as maids.

I didn't expect Osamu Dazai to treat me to a meal in Maiden's Heart's maid café.It doesn't matter, I don't pick anyway.

While waiting for the maid to deliver the dishes, I casually glanced around the surroundings.

Sitting at the table on the left is a male high school student with a lollipop hair accessory on his head.

On the dining table on the right is a table of chattering children.

I hadn't had time to find a topic to pass the time after chatting about everything, when I heard a loud scream from the center of the restaurant.

"Someone... died..."

The male high school student put down the suspected coffee jelly sweet in his hand with a headache, and rubbed his forehead.Before he even parted his lips, I could hear him complaining as softly as mosquito bites.

"What a hassle," he said.

On the other hand, the group of children on the right side got up without any surprise, and prepared to gather around to observe the scene of the crime.The little boy with glasses and a red tie rushed forward to inspect it quickly.

The dead man held on to the coffee cup with wide-eyed eyes. He stared straight at the ceiling, as if seeing a scene that terrified him.

The alarm bell rang quickly from far to near.The entire cafe was cordoned off.

Dazai Osamu and I turned our eyes away from the dead man with neither interest.He even covered his mouth and yawned to cover up, throwing out his evaluation without beginning and end, "It's not refreshing at all."

His strange statement, which made me scratch my head, was replaced by the voices of the group of elementary school students who called themselves detectives.I focused on them, and Dazai Osamu's words had long been forgotten by me.

compared to them.What surprised me even more was the sophistication of the little boy in the red tie.

And, how was he able to hide under a desk and deliver an inconspicuous jab(?) at a detective, who was leaning his head against a wall.And the little boy of the instigator started talking into his red tie.

The voice is not the unique timbre of immature children.

Only me, the male high school student, and Osamu Dazai noticed this bug boy at the same time.

Osamu Dazai was still listless with a lack of interest.

The male high school student murmured softly without opening his mouth, "The buffs of elementary school students are really troublesome."

Compared with them, I still listened to the analysis of the case one after another.

There is one thing to say, being able to find logical flaws from the sandwiches ordered by the other party is really not a simple word [strong] that can be simply summed up.

There are two things to say, the quality of the maids and clerks in this store is also top-notch, and the work continues as usual after the person is dead.The dishes had already been served gradually when the little boy pretended to be a police detective to talk and analyze them.

I whipped up the spaghetti bolognese and ate it slowly about the cause of death.Osamu Dazai stared quietly at my wonderfully red pasta, and asked me how it tasted with great interest.

"It's okay." I have a rejuvenated tone, the normal routine of having dinner with a horror movie.

This is probably Ye Qinghui.

The case ended so quickly, it probably took me only time to finish a meal.The murderer naturally stood out from the crowd, and successfully won a pair of silver bracelets.

The police detective accepted everyone's praise for no reason, showing a confused expression.

The little boy who was the manipulator behind the scenes quickly crawled out from under the table, pretending to have just come out of the bathroom, and left in groups with his friends.

The male high school student who seemed to be relieved sat down and continued to enjoy his dessert. His eyes flicked over my body for a slight pause, and then moved away without a trace.

"You can pay the bill." I motioned to Osamu Dazai, who only drank coffee, to pay.

Who would have expected that the other party would spread his hands nonchalantly, "I have no money."

"Besides, I treat guests, you pay the bill."

I knew it!It is impossible for this guy to go on a path of no return of being loyal and grateful to me just because I saved his dog's life.

"What's the problem?" Listen to the natural tone of the other party.

I quickly stretched out my hand to call for the maid clerk, "Does your shop accept male and female servants? I'll put him here to pay off the debt, how about it?"

Taking advantage of the fact that the maid and clerk hadn't fully reacted yet, I enthusiastically introduced Osamu Dazai's advantages while the iron was hot, even though I held back my thinking time for three seconds, I couldn't figure out why.

He could only say to the maid clerk in a broken jar——

"If you don't mind, he can dress up as a woman."

Based on the principle of not burning my eyes anyway, I suggested with the most sincere eyes.

The maid clerk kindly said that their store does not accept garbage. (This is apparently her inner monologue translated by me.)

"Because of this incident, I'm sorry to affect the dining experience of customers. The boss temporarily decided to waive the order."

it's so...

What a pity.

I sighed slightly regretfully at Osamu Dazai who missed the opportunity, "Is it a pity that I can't wear women's clothes?"

The latter asked me calmly without changing his face, "Wear it for you?"

The picture is too beautiful.I was cowardly, and abandoned the previous topic as if nothing happened.

"One more coffee jelly, take it away." Looking at the coffee jelly piled up by the male high school student at the next table.I couldn't help but be tempted, I chose to pack it and bring it to Zhongye Zai Zai to taste.

"Okay, sir, the newly added ones will not be counted in the scope of the free order." The maid clerk reminded with a professional smile.

"No problem." I'm not poor Dazai Osamu, I still have a little money.

Osamu Dazai asked me with rare hesitation, "You don't know how to use my card, do you?"

I couldn't help but understand each other. "I don't know your password." Although I accidentally ran across it.

"Then you are really rich, Shirase." Osamu Dazai raised his empty cup, "Then, have another cup of coffee. He will pay you."

"..." Who is inviting whom?

Damn, I can't compare to Osamu Dazai in terms of face.

I angrily refuted the theory of being rich, and by the way educated Dazai Osamu, who seemed like a typical young man who didn't eat meat, "Do you know that money is hard to come by?"

Thinking of the other party's guardian, Dr. Sen, I fell shamefully silent.

"I know." Dazai Osamu answered unexpectedly, "I also know that what you are wearing now is mine."

The maid clerk delivered the packaged exquisite snacks to my door just right, and said to me, "I wish you a pleasant meal."

"..." I always feel that my reputation seems to have been victimized.